Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. |
who knows what life is, for life is a secret |
You ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right. |
You ask yourself not if this or that is expedient, but if it is right. |